Sade

It's been a long time coming, but she's back and more ready than ever to rock millions of people's worlds. Sade is going on tour this summer and I'm fortunate enough to attend her Charlotte show in July. Seeing as she's had a 10-year hiatus with a studio album, it only makes sense for her to go on tour after her release of Soldier of Love. Her music breaks down love, soul, and primal emotions into a language that is understandable not through thought, but heart. Whenever I feel the need to bring myself back to the basics, an urge to hit the refresh button for the soul, if you will, Sade provides that for me. She doesn't produce her music for the masses, yet it is so easily understood. Such a shame that people aren't willing to expose themselves to her, other than that slight possibility she might be playing at your local grocery store, or in an elevator, or perhaps on an easy-listening station. Give it a chance -- it may provide you insight about yourself that you'd never known before. With that said, I bid you adieu. Sade Adu.

The Sorrow of Love

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,

The full round moon and the star-laden sky,

And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,

Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,

And with you came the whole of the world's tears

And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,

And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,

The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,

And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,

Are shaken with the earth's old weary cry.

-W.B. Yeats, 1891

Flow

Below is an excerpt of one of the most beautiful, picturesque illustrations from Russian writer Anton Chekhov.

"EVENING twilight. Thick flakes of wet snow were circling lazily round the newly lighted street lamps, settling in thin soft layers on rooftops, on the horses' backs, and on people's shoulders and caps. The cabdriver Iona Potapov was white as a ghost, and bent double as much as any human body can be bent double, sitting very still on his box. Even if a whole snowdrift had fallen on him, he would have found no need to shake it off. The little mare, too, was white, and quite motionless. Her immobility, and the fact that she was all sharp angles and stick-like legs, gave her a resemblance to one of those gingerbread horses which can be bought for a kopeck. No doubt the mare was plunged in deep thought. So would you be if you were torn from the plow, snatched away from familiar, gray surroundings, and thrown into a whirlpool of monstrous illuminations, ceaseless uproar, and people scrambling hither and thither."

-opening paragraph from Anton Chekhov's "Heartache," translation by Robert Payne

Precisely

The cornerstone of my loneliness: your love. Molding new foundations one building block at a time.

Worth the While

These travels pose an infinite puzzle to complete;

Each mile that inches by snaps into its designated place.

Yet the puzzle, meant solely to puzzle,

Deems itself impossible in the long run.

But alas! This unsolvable puzzle must remain

Unsolved.

For if the pieces, somehow, someway,

Suddenly fell into place,

What is the worth sans spontaneity

in this lifetime?

Longing to run --

Though the more I run, the less I know,
just as it should be.

Postcard-perfect pictures still deny one the aesthetic beauty as experienced in person.

The Projekt (part deux)

After hearing about DJ Williams Projekt back in the spring and then hearing the song "Remember Me," I was absolutely determined to see them live. Then it became a necessity to see them once more, which was even more enrapturing than the first show. Just as most everyone does at the end of the year, I started to scramble to make plans for New Years Eve. That is until about 30 minutes ago. Unbeknownst to my knowledge, DJ Williams Projekt will actually be in the big ole city of Roanoke on New Years Eve. So, for a small price of $10, I plan to ring in the new year with amazing music, surrounding myself with amazing people, hoping to result in an all-around amazing night. Rock on.

Lovers. Rock.

If you wanna end it (It's a...)

If you wanna end it (war of the...)

Just say (hearts.)

Sade's music makes me weak in the knees. Pure, flawless beauty.